kendall thomas

The Sea

This is how the sea moves: Hips undulant Like a naked woman who is dreaming, Who is eager for love And despairing. The sea is like this: Like a woman who has no illusions, Who feels stirrings of lust within her. The sea moves as a woman who is proud, With shoulders squared back, Who approaches calmly or angrily. This is how the sea moves: Against my thigh lapping And without shame, Or regrets or demands, Moving without restraint, Natural and free.